#latching onto batdad bruce with my teeth and not letting go

[starry-bi-sky]

#thinking on like dialysis? like taking blood from danny which has blood blossom in it and then a clean blood transfusion#they cant do it fast enough to get rid of all of it i imagine theres a limit to how much Not Your Blood you can introduce before its bad#and the blood blossom 'reproduces' as well but it help manage his levels too

oooo, i can imagine they try that at first before they get the bracelets made! Bruce tries to reverse engineer the blood blossom in Danny's veins, but whatever Vlad did to make the stuff, Bruce just can't seem to get an effective antidote on Danny's bloodstream alone. So the both of them figure that they'll need an actual blood blossom to do it -- but those only grow in the ghost zone now, and the only portal to it is in Vlad's basement... and there's a lot of variables preventing them from trying to sneak into the basement to use it.

(Vlad himself, Danny's wellbeing, Bruce's wellbeing, improper and straight up lack of gear being the big main ones i can think of right now)

The other option is getting their hands on the toxin itself that Vlad used to poison Danny, and that has its own range of problems too that make it difficult.

(Vlad again, Danny and Bruce's wellbeing, whether or not Vlad even has leftover toxin itself or if he destroyed it, Vlad probably has security up the wazoo on his house and alarms especially on his lab)

#also how does a an unaging vigilante effect gotham?#like robin obviously changes. skin voice height changes#but danny doesnt....#and its p obvs that hes not aging bc hes a kid#idk#crytpid lore is an indulgence for me

oh it definitely doesn't go unnoticed, that's for sure! It's hard not to especially compared to Robin's own aging and growth. Full tilt cryptid lore has my vote, forever an always. Despite Danny's suppressing his ghost half, he's still got that general aura of spookiness/inhumanness due to generating his own ectoplasm. He can't exactly stop that.

Everyone knows there's something strange about that scrawny little Nightingale that follows the Bat around. When cryptid batman rumors were at its peak, people just assumed that Nightingale was some kind of mitosis-spawned extension of Batman himself. Same for Robin, and that they both embodied different beliefs. Vengeance/Justice, Hope, and Resilience.

If the Bat is the Night, and Robin is the Sunrise, then Nightingale is the Stars.

But to step away from the celestial poeticism; resilience is still scary! Its as frightening as hope is. Everyone knows there's something wrong with Nightingale, just in the way he moves, the way he speaks, and the way he gets back up. He creates an uncanny valley effect, and when he stands in the corner of the mind's lazy eye, there's a sense of tragedy that's already passed.

(Which reminds me that I need to come up with a plot for fey danny that isn't totally piggybacking off of tales of the passerine. I wanna make a post about him being a little menace.)

But yes! There's a lot of rumors about Nightingale, and they only get worse the more Robins there are. Unsurprisingly, one of the common theories is that he's the Bat's dead child.

(Danny also being un-aging means that he's practically non-existent in the public eye. If he's ever even in the public eye in the first place considering he ran away from Vlad, and the media firestorm that him living with Bruce Wayne would cause would be catastrophic. Depends on where the road takes me.)

#and theres no way some criminals dont catch danny coughing up blood and go ??? why the fuck does batman let this kid out#and theres a whole Protect Danny club but on the downlow bc theyll lose their job or die if theyre obvious about it

One goon gets the balls to ask Danny, "why the fuck are you even out here, you look like a stray breeze could knock you over" while waiting for the police, and Danny gets so offended that he verbally tears the man apart and make him cry.

People learn gradually -- or rapidly depending on speed of acquaintance -- that despite Nightingale's frail demeanor, he has, can, and will happily and enthusiastically goomba stomp a bitch, and then mock you for it. That boy is as light as feathers, he's using your head as his personal stepping stone. Watch your back.

He teaches all of his brothers and sisters how to do this. Rip to everyone else LMFAO

There is a silent solidarity 'protect nightingale' club because despite how much of a menace he is, he's honestly kinda sweet when he wants to be. It's more prevalent among civilians. There's also a general understanding that Batman does care about him and does actually like, have an opinion on Nightingale coming out with him. People have seen him fretting over Nightingale in his own broody, grumpy dad way.

It's just that Nightingale is an Unstoppable Force, and Batman is a pushover for his kids. So he gets away with it... for the most part.

#i wonder if poison ivy could like... call the blood blossom to her#have it travel to a specific spot in dannys body and bleed it out unless it counts as dead but it sounds like a flora bacteria in this#it eats ecto and reproduces and stuff#i dunno im tired and ouchy#this is good shit man pls keep going

I was actually thinking about poison ivy! Specifically about how she could make a blood blossom in order to help Danny -- but the bigger question isn't can she, but would she? And I don't think she'd have an incentive to help the people actively hindering her plans until years down the line when she's had that little quasi-redemption arc with Harley.

Plus, I imagine she needs to know more than just the name of the flower in order to grow it. Basic stuff at least like what family of flora its from, what it looks like, what it needs to grow. Etc.

That bloodstream thing though is really fascinating, and if she can do that, then Bruce prohibits Danny from fighting her with him. If she can move the blood blossom around, what's stopping her from trying to amplify it? She finds out that Batman's precious baby bird has some strange floral toxin in his bloodstream that she can control?

She'd for sure use that to her advantage, and it only takes one terrifying run in with Poison Ivy for Bruce to ban Danny indefinitely from fighting her. It's one of the few things Danny agrees on without arguing over it.

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.